For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. When she renewed her attendance at the Imperial College the third finger of her left hand was adorned with a very fine old ring with dark blue sapphires that had once belonged to a great-aunt of Manning’s. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be.
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